This evening I set out to do the obligatory three miles, around Menston and back in time for tea.
These dark evenings really limit the routes I can do - no heading off into the countryside or down poorly-lit lanes - so I stick to the main roads and vary my routes to avoid boredom and dodgy situations.
I only managed 2.7 miles because I had to cut my route short. I ended up skirting just one side of the park, rather than four because I felt all funny around the two-mile mark. Not good. I'm tired this week and possibly hadn't eaten enough in the day. I'll rest and try to put in a good couple of runs this weekend.
Map and info for tonight's run
Any idea why my running socks have left and right marked on them, when they seem perfectly symmetrical and identical? If two left feet mean you're a bad dancer, what does two right feet mean? Bad at laundry?
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